B-Rich

B-Rich - Whoa Now (B More Version) lyrics

[The Jeffersons: TV theme]

We're movin' on up

To the east side (We're movin' on up)

To a deluxe apartment in the sky

We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)

To the east side (We're movin' on up)

We finally got a piece of the pie

[Verse 1]

Watch these grown men get it, know fo' sho'

Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floor

You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall

When I'm done baby dogg I'ma show you Baltimore

Right now we gon' party, Bacardi give me some more

It's off the rack the club packed, I'm two-cut like two doors

Of course I do my two-step, I give 'em too much

I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup

I had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shit

I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in work

Before we merk I got to book somethin'

So baby stop frontin'

I got the drink and the smoke

Ain't got to buy nothin'

Not bluffin, it's goin' down understand me

I like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeres

Everything, and you know what I came for

Right now it's goin' down, let me on the dance floor

[Hook: x2]

Whoa now, that's what the old heads say

I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty

Whoa now, shorty give me what you got

The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot

[Verse 2]

I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off

Mixed drinks what you think, OJ and Smirnoff

I sip it all - hey, what can I say

See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig and I'm tryin' get laid

I'm buyin' drinks and they love it

Divas growin' cheaper

Gucci bag Gucci bucket

Takin' shots from my cousin

He don' know how to act

Came straight out the woods

And the club wit a sack

Like what you know no good

But I know I pimp nasty

Sneakers is off the meter

You can't help wit the clap

Can't help but the boogie

Get loose but don't push me

We came so deep

And we're all wearin' hoodies

All my eighty-dime soldiers

What you doin' tonight

Now, put yo eight-dimes up

You made enough for the night

Let's take a break

Let's spend some cake

You ain't enjoyin' your life

Yo, we been workin' all week

So we gon' do it tonight

Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

All my east-side boys put ya guns up

Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes

Them boys yellin' where they from, I represent too

They throwin gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)

I'm screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it's goin down

I don't remember where I parked, and I'm stuck in town

One night in Baltimore

I bet ya never leave

My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets

C'mon (We finally got a-)

C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)

C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)

C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)

Whoa now (We finally-)

C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)

That's what the old heads say

I party like it's my birthday

Drinkin' and still thirsty

[Hook]

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